Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.